Storytime

There is this man who has a motorcycle and he lives near my apartment. Everyday around 5:00 PM, he revs the engine on that damn motorcycle for 10 minutes. He doesn't ever drive it anywhere. He just revs the engine really freaking loud and this annoys the piss out of me.

Today it was really cold outside. I was walking to my apartment and I saw this guy sitting on his precious motorcycle. He was trying to start it up and it wasn't starting. He kept trying and trying, but he got no where. I let out a little smirk as I made my way up to my apartment, realizing that today is the first day in 7 months that I won't have to listen to him rev his motorcycle.

For letting that smirk out and for posting this story, I am probably a huge bitch.

The End.